C2 – NEW LIFELucy drove at breakneck speed, her hands shaking on the steering wheel as she checked the rearview mirror again and again. Every shadow, every car she spotted in the distance, made her heart race.Were they following her? Were they Ezra's men? Or worse... was it him?Her stomach twisted into a knot.She couldn't shake the image of Ezra from her mind. His cold smile, the way his eyes would harden when he taunted her, telling her she'd never escape him. But she would try—even if it was the last thing she ever did."I won't stop," she muttered. "I can't go back... I can't..."Suddenly, reality hit her. She needed to get to France, but her money was limited, and she knew she couldn't use her accounts or cards. Ezra would track every move.Then she looked at her left hand, where her wedding ring sat—a symbol of the prison she'd been living in.She had to get rid of it.Not just because of what it represented, but because it was her only option for getting more cash.An hour l

C4 – THE PROPOSALLucy walked behind the butler, her hands clenched tight. Her footsteps echoed softly against the gleaming marble, and although the house was a spectacle of luxury, the air felt thick.The butler stopped in front of a large double door and, without looking at her, spoke in a deep, dry voice:"The master is waiting for you."He gave her a slight nod and walked away, without another word.Lucy stood still in front of the door, feeling her heart pound against her chest like a caged animal. Inside, fear clawed its way up her throat, burning her tongue.She wanted to run. She wished she hadn't come. But this was her only option. There was no turning back.So she took a deep breath, once, twice. And her trembling hand rose and knocked on the door."Come in," a deep voice sounded from the other side.And a shiver ran through her body. She told herself it was from tension, from fear... but also from what she knew: the man behind that door shared the same blood as her husband.

C6 – LESSONS FROM A MAFIA WIFEHis mouth was warm, demanding, leaving no room for thought. He kissed her like she was his, and Lucy, without meaning to, clung to the fabric of his shirt, trying to hold onto something—anything—as her body surrendered against her will.She didn't know when her knees buckled slightly, or when her breathing turned into soft gasps caught between kisses.Eros guided her firmly, expertly, and she was trapped in that whirlwind of sensations, feeling completely overwhelmed.Not just by the kiss, but by the way her body responded—how it pressed against his, how he made her forget all the hell she'd been through.But then, all of Ezra's abuses, his insults, his beatings, came crashing down like an avalanche, and Lucy couldn't tell one brother from the other. Fear flooded every cell in her body, and the magic shattered.She pulled back, frightened, but just as breathless from the kiss. When she finally regained some control, she jerked away as if she'd just been